The Halloween feast was soon here, and Harry and the others went to Nick's birthday dinner as agreed. The rest of the students were having a Halloween dinner in the hall with a group of Hogwarts teachers.

Hearty food was served at the children's tables, and occasionally a few children left the hall and came back to the bathroom. Soon the scene unfolded in a hall decorated with bats and jack-o'-lanterns.

Dumbledore used his magic to build a huge stage, and a dance troupe of skeletons was performing, and although it was a little frightening to watch a group of skeletons dance, it was Halloween, and no one showed a scared expression.

At the end of the dinner, Yang Su and Flitwick walked together in the hallway. Prepare to sit in the faculty lounge for a while. Then came a scream: "My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Lady Loris?"

It was Filch's voice, and Yang Su could hear it, and it seemed that something had happened to Filch's cat.

"You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to-"

The distance between the two sides was not very far, and when they heard the crazy Filch say this, Yang Su and Flitwick arrived, along with Dumbledore and several other teachers.

Yang Su, who entered the scene, saw a line written on the wall, and after the English translation came, the secret room should have been opened. Those who are enemies of the heirs, be wary.

On the other side, Filch's cat tail hung from the torch stand, his body stiff like a plank, and his eyes wide open.

It seems that Filch has lost control of this scene, and at this time he somehow found Harry next to him.

He stopped Filch, who was grabbing Harry's collar, and said, "Calm down, Filch. ”

He took Lady Loris, who was motionless on the torch stand.

"Come with me, Filch." He said to Filch, "And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. ”

"My office is closest to here, Headmaster, it's upstairs, I think you can ......"

"Thank you, Gildero." Dumbledore understood Lockhart's response. At this point, the silent crowd parted to the sides and let them pass. Lockhart was very excited, and he hurried after Dumbledore.

Yang Su and Flitwick looked at each other and decided to follow, along with Professor McGonagall and Snape.

As they walked into Lockhart's dimly lit office, there was a sudden commotion on the wall. Harry saw several photos of Lockhart hiding in a panic, with curling irons in their hair. At this moment, the real Lockhart lit the candle on the table and stepped back. Dumbledore placed Lady Loris on the polished table and began to examine it carefully. Harry, Ron, and Hermione nervously exchanged glances, then sat down on a few chairs that weren't lit by candlelight, and watched closely.

At this time, Dumbledore was observing Filch's Lady Loris. Professor McGonagall followed. Yang Su and Flitwick watched quietly. Snape stood in the shadows behind him, looking eerie.

"I have a feeling that a spell must have killed it - probably a Transfiguration Torture Spell. I've seen people use this spell many times, and I'm sorry I wasn't there, I happened to know the spell and could have saved it......" Lockhart guessed as he looked at Dumbledore. The expression on his face seemed to pity that he was getting up late.

Filch slumped in a chair at the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Loris.

Looking at the serious occasion at this time, Lockhart told his adventures inappropriately, this guy can tell one story after another at any time.

Dumbledore finally stood up, interrupting Lockhart as he spoke to Filch about his experience.

"It's not dead, Filch." He whispered.

"Not dead?" Filch choked up and looked at Mrs. Loris through her fingers, "Then why is it all ~ stiff all over, as if it was frozen?"

"It's petrified," Dumbledore said.

"Ahh I think so too!' That's when Lockhart arrived.

"But what exactly is going on, I don't know ......"

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry.

"There's no way a sophomore can do that," Dumbledore said resolutely as he looked at Filch, who was almost out of control, ""It takes the deepest form of dark magic—"

"He did it, he did it!" Filch couldn't listen to anyone, and splattered as his fat sagging face turned purple. "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found out—in my office—he knew I was—I was—" Filch's face twitched horribly. "He knows it's a squib!"

"I didn't touch Lady Loris!" Harry exclaimed, uneasy at realizing that everyone was watching him, including all the Lockharts on the wall. "I don't even know what a squib means."

"Nonsense!" Out-of-control, Filch roared, "He saw my letter of quick incantation!"

"Allow me to say a word, Headmaster." Snape said in the shadows, and then Harry's sense of foreboding intensified. He believed that what Snape said would never do him any good.

"Perhaps, Potter and his friends just shouldn't have been in that place at that time," Snape's lips twisted into a sneer, as if he were deeply skeptical.

"But we did run into a series of doubts. Why on earth did they go to the corridor above? Why didn't they attend the Halloween feast?"

At this time, Yang Su spoke up for Harry and said, "They attended Nick's Birthday Dinner, and that day I heard Nick send an invitation to Harry in the hallway, and he agreed. ”

"But after that, why don't you come to the banquet?" Snape said, dark eyes glistening in the candlelight. "Why did you go to the hallway up there?"

For Snape's next words, Yang Su had no way to help these people. This time they really can't wash away their suspicions, as for saying that they are a little tired and want to go back to sleep, no one will believe them when they listen to the screams of several people's stomachs.

Dumbledore's words caused Snape to stop. "As long as you are not proven guilty, you are innocent, Severus."

"My cat is petrified!" Filch screamed, his eyeballs bulging outward.

"It's not dead and can be treated. Filch. Dumbledore patiently said to Filch, "Lady Sprout has gotten some mandrakes lately. When it matures, you can refine a potion that will restore your cat. ”